Blueberry Inflation Literature Collection: Volume III

Gum Chewer (2nd Person POV Blueberry Inflation)

"Spit it out." Wonka scolds you for daring to defy him and the rest of the tour guests look at you with curiosity. "Spit it out right now. I'm warning you." Wonka holds out his gloved hand in front of you and taps his foot. The chocolatier had a brown top hat, purple coat, and a bow tie to complete his eccentric look. He did not look amused which was frightening since he was usually happy-go-lucky.

"Why? It's just some chewing gum. What's the worst that could happen?" You reply back to him and blow a blue bubble in front of your face while folding your arms. "Didn't the ticket I found say I'm entitled to free candy?" You were extremely fortunate to be here as there were billions of people all across the world who wanted the Golden Ticket. You even heard of one winner selling it on Ebay for a few million dollars...before it was delisted due to it being a scam.

"Of course it did. A lifetime supply was promised to all tour guests...but I did not want you to greedily chew on anything not nailed down. Gum chewing is a bad habit, you know? That gum you are so keen about is experimental and tested poorly. Spit it out or I will not be liable for the consequences." Wonka said while leaning on his cane and giving you an annoyed glare. It was almost like he had seen this a billion times before. "Please, Stop. There is a trash can right over by the gobstoppers and-..."

"What does it taste like, dude?" A teenage boy with spiky hair, a skull T-shirt, and camo cargo pants asks you. It was Mike Teavee who was one of the winners. There was also a blonde kid who looked like a street urchin from a Charles Dickens book, a morbidly obese fatass in a striped shirt who smelled like deep-fried oreos, a spoiled british girl who was busy texting on her phone while fixing the genuine fur boa around her neck, and their various family members who were invited to the tour as the plus one.

"It...- Chewchewchew- ...tastes like roast beef?" You speak and spit saliva out of your lips while chowing it down the sides of your cheeks. "That's not a very good flavor, Mr. Wonka. Who'd want to chew on gum that tastes like deli meat?"

Wonka quickly fumbles and pulls out some index cards from his coat pocket. He flipped through them looking for the one that explains the gum. "...Ah! Here we go... -Ahem- ...The five course dinner gum will revolutionize everything! You'll be able to eat an entire banquet with one stick of my miraculous gum! Breakfast, lunch, and dinner on the go! It will ward off cravings, keep your stomach satisfied, AND can be given to third world countries so they may enjoy a delicious meal whenever they wish! It also freshens your breath! Pretty neat, huh?" He quickly placed the cards back into his pocket.

"That's the stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard." Mike mumbles while shaking his head in disbelief of how he remained open.

"You've obviously never heard yourself talk before!" Wonka chimed in before glaring back at you. "This gum is very special. It's got one of my favorite meals on it! It starts with smoked roast beef! It changes into-..."

"TOMATO SOUP!" You cry out and feel it gushing down your throat. It was a thick tomato bisque that filled your cheeks and gushed from the gum. "It's hot and creamy! I can actually feel it running down my throat!" You kept chewing down on it as the gum became soft and squishy against your teeth while grinding it against your jaw. You were a gum addict so you were no stranger to giving your jaw a workout.

"Yes, Yes. You got to try the gum. It was delicious. Everyone is happy. Now, would you kindly remove the gum? I have not been able to get the desert course down correctly." Wonka was looking a bit nervous now as he knew what would happen next.

"Dessert? Doez zat' mean ze' yoo' kan' make choh-ko-late cake gum?" The morbidly obese german drooled happily at the thought of stuffing their cheeks with gum flavored like their favorite desserts and pastries.